No More Learning

FIRST MUSICIAN.

We have no country but the roads of the world.

FERGUS.

Then you should know that all things change in the world,
And hatred turns to love and love to hate,
And even kings forgive.

FIRST MUSICIAN.

An old man's love
Who casts no second line, is hard to cure;
His jealousy is like his love.

FERGUS.

And that's but true.
You have learned something in your wanderings.
He was so hard to cure, that the whole court,
But I alone, thought it impossible;
Yet after I had urged it at all seasons,
I had my way, and all's forgiven now;
And you shall speak the welcome and the joy
That I lack tongue for.

FIRST MUSICIAN.

Yet old men are jealous.

FERGUS [_going to door_].

I am Conchubar's near friend, and that weighed somewhat,
And it was policy to pardon them.
The need of some young, famous, popular man
To lead the troops, the murmur of the crowd,
And his own natural impulse, urged him to it.
They have been wandering half-a-dozen years.

FIRST MUSICIAN.

And yet old men are jealous.

FERGUS [_coming from door_].

Sing the more sweetly
Because, though age is arid as a bone,
This man has flowered. I've need of music, too;
If this gray head would suffer no reproach,
I'd dance and sing--and dance till the hour ran out,
Because I have accomplished this good deed.

FIRST MUSICIAN.

Look there--there at the window, those dark men,
With murderous and outlandish-looking arms--
They've been about the house all day.

[_Dark-faced MEN with strange barbaric dress and arms
pass by the doors and windows. They pass one by one and
in silence. _

FERGUS [_looking after them_].

What are you?
Where do you come from, who is it sent you here?

FIRST MUSICIAN.

They will not answer you.

FERGUS.